Golden (rewrite)

30

"Do I really need to live with you?" You asked.

"Well, it's your choice." You raised an eyebrow.

"—and it's my choice whether to destroy Motel Motel." A mischievious smirk made its way to his face.

"Right, there's always a damn catch... where are we headin' after this?" You placed your hands on your hips. Lanette smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear:

"Well, where would you like to go? I'll pay for everything, just say it and I'll make it happen." You rubbed your chin in contemplation.

"We could go to Bali and watch the sun set on it's beautiful beaches, we could do sight-seeing in The Philippines. I always wanted to visit Chocolate Hills. Oh! Or we could go to Hawaii and sip on some coconut juice! Just like the cartoons we watched when we were children—"

"Hey, that's the crap you wanna do. I ain't wanting any of that travelling-around-the-world-in-eighty-days stuff." Lanette's grin fell into a sad frown. He always wanted to travel with you by his side, chatting about good old times and comfortably cuddling in his private jet/yacht.

"Oh... I see. What where would you like to go, then?" A faint smile was plastered on his face in an attempt to mask his unhappiness.

"I wanna go to the nearest Floormart."

—

"Damn it, when I said I wanna go to Floormart, I meant as a normal visitor. Not... some kinda v-v-v-i-p." You grumbled as you push the cart forward. He ignored you as he continued reading the nutritional contents on a jar of peanut butter.

"How unhealthy, there is more sugar here than actual peanuts." He mumbled as he grimace in disgust.

"Yeah, right. You said it as if you don't inhale sugar like cocaine. I mean, I saw you loadin' your cuppa joe with a whole cup of sugar." You retorted.

"It wasn't sugar, (Y/n). That was stevia, it's a better alternative to sugar."

"Whatever you say, health nut." You grumbled.

There is no one else in the whole supermarket except you, Lanette and a few employees. The long-haired male rented out the whole building for a day, disallowing other people from entering it.

But you knew, a hoard of people are crowding outside like zombies during an apocalypse. The only thing keeping them outside was Lanette's army of bodyguards.

"Damn rich people... this is harder than I thought."

The reason why you chose to go to Floormart was because you told Caecilius to meet you there. You promised him that you will discuss plans to get Lanette to like him back.

He was hesitant at first, however, you successfully convinced him to do so after bringing the fact that he was your childhood best friend, which means you have A GOLDMINE of information.

Caecilius thought that it was time for him to expand his collections and 'portfoilio'. Therefore he agreed to it.

He was reluctant about the meeting point though. Caecilius recommended meeting at a cafe or a place that has 'higher' class, but you left him on 'seen'. It infuriated him to no end.

"Hey, uh. Do you guys— celebrities I mean, rent out a whole supermarket every time yall do shopping?" You asked. Lanette shook his head.

"No, (y/n). Most celebrities blend in with others while shopping for their daily necessities." Lanette puts the jar of peanut butter back on to the shelf.

"Then, why don't ya blend in? Why do you gotta kick everyone out?" You quizzed him.

"(Y/n), I don't usually do shopping by myself. I would give my bodyguards a list and they would purchase it for me." You furrowed your eyebrows.